Page 57 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)
i warned you
Frank
“RI-RIGHT HERE! THIS IS THE LAST PLACE THE TR— AHHHHHHH!” I drop him and he grasps the nearest tree branch, swinging from it before landing in a super hero pose. “Right here, Milord… this is the last place the trees can sense the two of them,” he relays, kneeling, but ignore him.
“Well, make them sniff her the fuck out,” I snarl and he stands, immediately going over to them, whispering something before he places his palm against a tree.
“There’s interference. I’ve never encountered anything like this before, Lord Lust. The scent is… scrambled,” he voices, and my tail slashes behind me like a whip, slicing a tree in half, causing him to flinch when it timbers.
“You mean to tell me that you, a dark elf, can’t track a human in a fucking forest ?!” I grit out, and Doodoo bows his head slightly.
“I didn’t say I couldn’t, Milord… just that... something is cloaking her presence, something powerful. It will take some time,” he explains and my jaw tightens as I glance around the woods.
“Then start moving like your bones are made of feathers and start sniffing like your life depends on it. Because it does,” I snarl, and he nods, getting to work immediately.
I try to feel her myself, but he’s right. Something is blocking her. It’s like static, almost as if they are in another dimension, though not quite because I can still feel her in this plane of existence. However, it’s as if her presence has been greatly muted by something… but what the fuck is it?
As we walk for what seems to be hours, I sense something coming. I smell her scent… her pussy, sweet and intoxicating. I run toward it, leaving Doodoo to follow. My horns twitch, and my heart flutters as her scent grows closer, but when I’m right up on it, instead of Jessica, I see… mini me?
He crashes into my chest in a puff of smoke, panting, wings limp, body trembling from pushing way past his limits. I catch him without thinking, cradling him in my hands. He smells like her fresh pussy juice… I know he was just with her…
“Where is she?” I demand, and with trembling arms, he points, eyes wide and frantic as Doodoo sprints up on us. “Show me.”
He tries to fly again, wings sputtering, but he falls, out of energy and breath, immediately deflating.
He beats into the palm of my hands, and I can feel his frantic desire to get back to her.
I can tell he’s devastated to have left her, but he needed to.
I feel it. If not for him, we wouldn’t be able to find her.
If not for him… my thought trails off because I don’t even want to think on it.
“No,” I say sharply. “You did good.” I press a hand to his chest, forcing my power into his tiny body to stop him from burning out and disappearing. When his body pulses, he zips in the air with a pissed expression, growling.
“Good boy,” I murmur. “Now let’s go get her.”
“Should I?—?”
“Follow?” I cut Doodoo off. “Yes… but don’t fucking slow me down.” I sprint after mini me and Doodoo follows, nearly matching my pace.
It takes a good two to three hours of running at full speed to get to where mini me leads us, and the moment we reach it, it’s evident we’re in the right spot when Doodoo and I cover our noses from the rank smell.
Mini me holds its nose and points to the house.
I nod, giving it the okay to go there. It zips off as I scope out the scene.
I can feel her, but… not quite. Part of me just wants to blow this fucking place up, but I don’t know her condition, where she is in the house, or her how many of them are there.
The last thing I want is to fuck up and someone takes her with whatever they’re using to cloak her presence, or worse…
The house itself feels like a corpse. It sags between trees like it’s trying to die, but can’t. The wood is blackened and caked with mold. The windows are slats of darkness with curtains that hang like rotted skin. The whole thing just looks fucking nasty.
Skulls line the front. Some small, some not, and the main thing that gets me is they are all cleaned of any meat… Doodoo wrinkles his nose, stepping beside me, breathing shallow.
“She’s in there, Milord. Her presence is still jammed, but I can feel it better now.” So can I… But what the fuck is this place?
I look around for anything familiar until I narrow my eyes when I see something hanging from a nail on a nearby tree. It was put there like a trophy… a cheer uniform, blood-soaked and torn down the middle.
“That’s our university’s cheer outfit…” Doodoo curses in Elvish, turning away, one hand clamped over his mouth. I freeze when a disgusting, nasty ass scent hits the air, making my skin crawl.
That scent… I smelled it before. At Illicit. I kn?—
Kkkrrrrreechhh
The door creaks open and Doodoo and I stiffen and hide our presence when a figure steps out, and fuck! I grimace, wanting to throw up…
One half of his face looks human, but melted and bubbling off, rotted down to bone while the other half is a goat skull with horns. Its eyes are voids that pulse with hunger, and its frame is gaunt, but twisted with unnatural strength.
“By the Source!” Doodoo shakes his head.
“What fuck is that?” I growl and Doodoo doesn’t answer immediately. He’s frozen. “I hate repeating myself…”
“M-Milord… th-that’s a wendigo… a newly born one….” I turn my head sharply to look at it, not knowing what the fuck that means.
“Dumb it the fuck down for me,” I spit and Doodoo swallows.
“Wendigos are cursed, flesh-hungry spirits rooted in Algonquian legend.
Born from greed, starvation, or cannibalism, they embody insatiable hunger and twisted transformation.
Once human, their souls rot from within until their bodies stretch into gaunt, towering horrors with sunken eyes, skeletal limbs, and skin stretched thin like old leather.
They can mimic voices, lure prey, and move unnaturally fast. But their worst trait isn’t the killing…
it’s the way they infect. The hunger they carry is contagious, driving others mad with desire for flesh.
Killing a wendigo isn’t just hard, it’s dangerous because the moment you understand its hunger…
Basically… wendigos are cursed creatures.
They fixate, obsess, and when they want something badly enough, when they love it…
” he pauses and glances at the bloodied uniform.
“They eat it,” he finishes, and a long silence hangs between us just as that fucking thing steps forward, grabbing a cleaver, dragging it behind him, its rotten side smiling.
Every single drop of lust inside me goes from simmering to violently boiling.
“Milord, wendigos are hard to kill. We sh—” I don’t even hear him finish his sentence. I just fly straight for that mother fucker and bitch slap the fuck out of it, knocking into the nearest set of trees.
“KREEEEEEEE!” it cries out and charges at me, but I’m ready for it.
“LORD LUST!” Doodoo calls as the thing bulldozes into me, but I don’t even look at him. I kick the thing and swat it with my tail, gritting when I see what he meant when he said it’s hard to kill. It’s body is sturdy…
“Doodoo!”
“YES, MILORD!” he snaps at attention.
“I got this rotten pussy smelling son of a bitch. You go get Jessica out of there, now!” I shout as he rushes forward.
“YES, MILORD!” he calls out as he sprints off.
“And stick to her… know if she gets hurt, you’re fucking dead.”
“I hear your command, Milord.” He enters the house and it’s just me in the fucker I’ve been dying to kill.
“You shouldn’t have come,” the thing rasps, half his skull exposed, muscle twitching along bone. “You shouldn’t have come!!!” I roll my neck until it pops, the miasma coming in clutch, buzzing and burning under my skin.
“Ohhhhh, you piss mouth smelling son of a bitch… you fucked up. You touched what’s mine…” I snarl and my horns grow, crawling out my skull. My tail gets thicker, slashing the air like a blade, and the stone beneath my feet cracks from the heat pouring out of me.
“You shouldn’t have come!!! You shouldn’t have come! You shouldn’t have come! You shouldn’t have come! You shouldn’t have come! You shouldn’t have come! You shouldn’t have come! You shouldn’t have come! You shouldn’t have come!” it screeches over and over.
“Shut the fuck up. I warned you,” I growl. “I’m going to take my time making an example of mother fucker that don’t know their place and touch what’s mine,” I seethe and lunge, knocking its head off its body.
This son of bitch WILL die today… no matter fucking what.